The evening was romantic. Our common language was Spanish. He held my hands through the streets and we kissed and had sex on the couch.

 

The next I had to leave and he came to say goodbye. He told my roommate and travel partner to leave and then started tearing off my clothes. We had about 20 minutes. I told him we didn’t need to have sex before I left, but he said, yes yes, we should. I was sore from last night, and told him, be gentle. Cuidado. No, no, he said, I am strong. Strong is sexy. Cuidado, cuidado, I kept telling him.

 

He pulled out, took the condom off, stood beside the bed, held my head in place, and began thrusting his penis into my mouth forcefully. It tasted like latex. Cuidado.

 

He put a second condom on and started thrusting into me again. I just wanted it to be over, but I didn’t tell him no. I only told him to please be careful. Over and over again I told him to be careful. After what seemed like forever, he pulled out again and came all over my body. Then he showed me to the shower, told me it was nice to meet me, kissed me on the lips, and left. I cried for hours.

 

I didn’t tell him to stop, but I don’t know if he would have. I told him to be careful, and he wasn’t. Sometimes it comes down to physical strength.